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It was four am Monday morning. Through the

  • It was four am Monday morning. Through the glass doors the darkness outside could be seen. She listened carefully, expectantly, for the first signs of day. But there were no kookab
  • bikram yoga classes at this hour, so she set out in search of an alternative. As she rounded a corner, she collided with a large, tattooed, pierced, dreadlocked, crazy-looking
  • white boy by the names of James, "but you can call me Tyrone," he introduced. I kicked him to the side and proceeded with my life as he was highly irrelevant.
  • I realized a long ago I was the only interesting person in the world & ignored what other people said.It was a waste of time to listen.They were just interrupting my clever monolo
  • logues and observations about life. People called me a self-obsessed arrogant prick. Poor devils, If they knew what I knew..... Anyway, I was walking along one fine day, when all
  • these fobbing motley-minded hipsters approached me en masse. I looked down at my nose that them and their ironic facial hair and faux-self-effacing condescension
  • You see, I had moved beyond hipster to hepsterism. i only drank hand crafted moonshine and shaved my entire body. That moonshine had a serious side-effect, though.
  • Which caused nobody to like me. I had no friends at all and the only rational explanation was that darn side effect. It couldn't be because
  • once I went nuts and embarrased everyone taking all my clothes in front of everybody at the local catholic church of my neighbourhood when I was 14. No, it must be something else
  • "I must be dreaming." I say.

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